(Thanks, Tony.) I do find that the fascination with interracial sex is indeed laced with a healthy dose of racism. To consider black men to be fundame...tally different as lovers from anyone just because they’re black is pretty telling. And I know I suffer from this as well, to some degree. Still, find that exploring the “wrongness” of interracial sex is stimulating for me, and so I’ll keep writing stories that do that. (Among other “forbidden” subjects.) I hope that this story makes more sense. I'll show you"He smiled and put his wine glass down, sliding his hand under my chin and sticking his big thumb across my lips staring in to my eyes. "you feel more relaxed now Eric, just us no one else around you can be yourself here isnt that alright?" i looked away but nodded" i think so too Eric" Marcus said as he stepped back and began kicking off his shoes and undoing his pants."what are you doing" im taking my clothes off Eric, and so are you. Strip naked baby boi aint nobody going to see. I could feel her pussy pulsing and clenching my dick, Koyal was having an orgasm. So I reduced my pumping for a while, until she relaxed. After a few minutes, I again started pushing hard. She was shouting and asking me to fuck her, which was really enraging.I was pushing harder with every stroke and then I told her I was going to come, she asked me to come inside her pussy. That was a great feeling. I was totally exhausted and so was Koyal, I wanted to rest over her sweaty body with my penis. I thought of the many proper and ladylike pursuits I'd engaged in over the years: volunteering at the c***dren's hospital; going to teas and socials; going to the opera in the big city with my lady friends. And now, here I was, the demure Grace Creedmoor, getting a closeup look at a strange man's ass."You okay, Grace?" Burke said, looking over his shoulder at me."I'm fine, thank you." I said, not looking up. I took a deep breath and looked at what was before me. Well, as I already noted, I had.